Shadow Man - A Short Story

What would you do if a shadowy figure followed you everywhere?
I see him everywhere. I don't know what he is or who he is or what he wants.

He is a shadowy figure with dark, blood-red eyes.

Some call him a demon.

Others call him a spirit.

Some call him a fallen angel.

Others call him the devil himself.

I call him the Shadow Man. He is my shadow. He follows me everywhere.

No one else can see him, but me.

He sits in the middle of the room as I watch TV with my family. He casually strolls into my bedroom as I talk with my sister. He looks over my sister's shoulder to see what she's reading. He hides under my bed at night. Some nights, I wake up to find his head a few inches from my face.

Other nights, I wake up to see him resting on my bedroom ceiling. I can see his fiery eyes boring into me. They burn through my skull and suck away my energy. I feel tired. Sore. Weak.

I think he might be feeding off me.

He follows me to school and walks alongside me and my friends. He bursts into my classroom and he sits in my teacher's desk. He runs and jumps and sticks his face against my window, usually giving me a fright. Even when I'm in the bathroom, I can see him, sitting in the toilet and patiently watching me.

I tell him to go.

I shout at him.

I try to hurt him.

He doesn't move. He doesn't say or do anything.

Some might say he's evil. Others might say he is watching over me and protecting me. I think he is neutral. I think he has the capability to do evil. He can hurt me if he wants to, but he chooses not to.

I don't know why he chooses to follow me everywhere.

Once, I told my sister he was there. Watching her.

She looked at me like I was crazy.

"I think you might have schizophrenia," she said. When she said this, the Shadow Man moved closer to her face. He stroked her cheeks softly with his shadowy finger.

I gulped.

"He's touching your face," I told her.

"I think you're trying to scare me!" She snapped. "I don't believe you. Just stop it or else I'll tell Mom."

At this moment, the Shadow Man revealed his long, sharp, purple tongue which curled like the end of the devil's tail. He licked my sister's pale neck.

He was trying to wind me up.

Suddenly, my sister got up and shut the bedroom windows. "It's too cold in here," she explained with a shiver.

"It's because of him," I told her calmly. "He's the reason why it's cold. He sucks up the heat and light energy in this room."

The Shadow Man moved to where my sister was. He looked like a towering figure compared to her small, tiny frame. He caged my sister against the wall with his arms.

My sister must have felt his cold presence again. The coldness must have slapped her across the face because she suddenly looked scared.

"Stop it!" She screamed at me. Suddenly, the Shadow Man brushed her hair to the side of her face. He actually moved her hair. I watched my sister's reaction carefully.

She looked like she was about to pass out.

"H-how are you d-doing this?!" She demanded to me, scared. "Seriously, you better stop this right now 'cos it ain't funny!"

I wasn't doing anything. She must have known this.

Then, just as things couldn't get any worse, my sister sucked in her breath sharply. The Shadow Man was kissing her now. My sister looked like she couldn't breathe. Her face was turning pink. Then it burnt a bright, bloody red. Then her face become purple. I watched in fright, feeling hopeless.

I watched as my sister tried to break free from this invisible presence that was choking her.

I watched as she failed to fight the Shadow Man off.

He continued to kiss her harder, rougher and more frantic.

My sister's eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Then she fell to the floor. Her face was ghastly and gray. She wasn't breathing anymore.

A tear slowly slipped down my cheek. The Shadow Man wasn't going to leave me alone. And there was nothing I could do about it.

Rest in peace, my beautiful sister. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.
Published: 3/10/2015
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